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Well, I really like Tater's moneymaker shaking - on the other hand I feel strangely close to Ensaneti (but then I take a deep breath, go to my happy place and carry on another day), that vampire wench was interesting too.

In the interest of being politically incorrect in some fashion, I'm voting for the toothy dancer. I bet you're still confused as to who I voted for, huh?

We could make some very interesting cha cha cha's should we ever dance together, Lady China, though the Hokey Pokey is still my favorite. Perhaps you have a spare body part or two you'd like to put in or take out? Thats what its all about.

Knits a pair of seven toed socks with the femurs of - she tried unsuccessfully to remember to whom they might once have belonged.

I tell ya I wanted ta find more a me herbs ta sell ta the pet lovin' crowd, certain fer sure dat parrot o'Mourninglory coulda used a bit of a feather glossin' treatment - but the Yserbian Idol contest kept me by da door. Lots a boltin' in an' out, mysterious winds and crazy laughin' - it reminded me a why I wanted ta be a petal pusher in da first place, People an' how ya could count on em' being as different, one from ta other, as the herbs an' flowers that they buy. Not a one of em was any better than another. But I see I haf ta cast a vote.

::thinks a good long time, chewin' on a daisy stem::

Well, I got me a good look at dat der Fleetwood fella. He ain't much ta look at, but honesty gets me vote. He sings dat he feels short like a dwarf. I looked him up, I looked him down, den I looked sorta in da middle, an' I think he be tellin' the truth.

::Leaves a packet a special mixed herbs fer a potent elixer::

Ya got a good voice, Fleetwood, yer honest about yer shortcomings - an' I know ya know what I be meanin' by dat - and ya got my vote. Mix them herbs up with some good Dragon Court ale an' at least ye'll be regular fer a week er two - after dat yer gonna most likely go back ta short, if ya know what I be meanin', an I know dat ya do.

WHAT!? Puppy was INTERESTED! He did not know what this was! Curious, curious, curious, SNIFF! Tilt the head puppy, look at it SIDEWAYS! Goooood. FUN!

<puppy sat and scratched for a moment, farted, sniffed the air in puzzlement, and barked>

ARF! ARF!

Whatever it was it had bones. Maybe if puppy looked CUTE it would share. BIG EYES, make big eyes puppy! Oh OH! Puppy knew what to do! Human's liked it when puppy sat on his bottom like they did and put his front paws up and out in the air, they called him a BEGGER when he did and they SHARED. Ohhhhhh, sharing would make puppy so HAPPY! He would never share, oh no, he was not a silly puppy - let the other BEGGERS learn how to be cute - but he liked people that did share!

<puppy sat on his bottom and waved his paws in the air at Ensaneti the mad knitter>

-I told you, Beaker, I do not think that hoeing would have been right for the Yserbian Idol contest.-

(The domineering parrot puffed his feathers out in a massive disapproving show of superiority. A few dull feathers floated down from his position on Mourninglory's shoulder.)

"Sooo, like totally, you blew it. Gagged me with a cracker. Grody times ten, girl. Like, you could have been so, like, KNOWN. Dancing is totally one of your talents - hellooooooo."

(Beaker had finished a spat of pig latin, or igpay atinlay, not ten minutes before. Mourninglory wondered if this Beaker would be more interested in shopping. She was getting chilly in her garb of veils and a flimsy cloak. A nice pair of breeches, a billowing shirt and an eyepatch sounded just right. She supposed she got that yen from her brother the pirate.)

-I think we just need to move on, Beaker. I'll cast my vote for Black Jacques, and then maybe we can find a crows nest to sleep in for awhile.-

Well, I got me a good look at dat der Fleetwood fella. He ain't much ta look at, but honesty gets me vote. He sings dat he feels short like a dwarf. I looked him up, I looked him down, den I looked sorta in da middle, an' I think he be tellin' the truth.

::Leaves a packet a special mixed herbs fer a potent elixer::

Ya got a good voice, Fleetwood, yer honest about yer shortcomings - an' I know ya know what I be meanin' by dat - and ya got my vote. Mix them herbs up with some good Dragon Court ale an' at least ye'll be regular fer a week er two - after dat yer gonna most likely go back ta short, if ya know what I be meanin', an I know dat ya do.

*Picks up Fleetwood by his collar*
Wher be yar friend Navic boy? Disqualify'n me from the contest aye? You let the scullywag know that he'll be hangin from the Jolly Roger soon nuff! No quarter arrrr!
*storms out*

"The views of the ale-taster and stage builder are his own and do not necessarily reflect the views of the management and staff of the Dragon Court. All acts are ridiculous and any resemblance to persons living, dead, or undead is purely coincidental. No pirates were harmed in the production of this contest. Thank you, please drive through."